Anyway, life has a funny way of getting me to take chances on things I would usually scoff at. Hence this blog. Last year I found out my brother and sister-in-law were expecting the arrival of a tiny hungry human and I knew I wanted to give him something no one else could. I racked my brain for a long time trying to think of anything I was good at that would be an appropriate gift for a baby. Almost immediately blankets were out because I've got these fingers that just refuse to hold onto tiny needles without impaling themselves and crocheting something wasn't going to work because, well, I have a cat.... So, I reluctantly settled on painting.
Suddenly, I was flying by the seat of my pants (which had somehow become hooked onto a light-speed rocket to Jupiter...or so it felt like....)
I had absolutely no idea what my next move should be, so I did the logical thing and trolled the aisles at my local craft store. Unfortunately, all this did was make me feel completely inadequate so I quickly grabbed some paints, brushes, and squares of canvas and high-tailed it out of there. (I'm not saying craft stores are intimidating or anything, it's just they're filled to the brim with too much awesomeness and sometimes it's a little hard to handle. Truth.)
Anyway, I made it home relatively unscathed and set to work. I knew the theme for his bedroom was going to be "Jungle", so I used that as my starting point and, after calming down a little, I began painting the animals that I thought would be the cutest (ps Giraffes are the best animal on the planet ever...next to kitties). Here is the result of my nail-biting experience.
LITTLE JUNGLE AWESOMENESS!
To be totally honest, I think my heart was beating 150 times per minute while I was painting because I was so scared to mess up. (I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just realize that paint is paint and if I screw it up I can PAINT over it? Well, I didn't think things entirely all the way through, that's why. But I've gotten over that now so you can just stop thinking that!)
So, now I've decided that I can paint and I can make cool stuff for even cooler kids. Oh, and obviously I blame my nephew completely for helping me realize that just because I don't think I can do something, that doesn't necessarily mean it's true.